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Traveling in a fried-out combie
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On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
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I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
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She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said,
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Do you come from a land down under?
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Where women glow and men plunder?
DABmGA
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
DABmGA
You better run, you better take cover.
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Buying bread from a man in Brussels
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He was six foot four and full of muscles
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I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
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He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said,
DABmGA
I come from a land down under
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Where beer does flow and men chunder
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Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
DABmGA
You better run, you better take cover.
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Lying in a den in Bombay
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With a slack jaw, and not much to say
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I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
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Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said,
DABmGA
Oh! Do you come from a land down under?
DABmGA
Where women glow and men plunder?
DABmGA
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
DABmGA
You better run, you better take cover.